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Tuesday, April 19, 2005

bullying

there's been a ton of stuff on the news about middle and high school bullying of late. i've been harking back to my high school (before italy) - gloucester high - and of all the bullying/black eye getting/shoe burying/small breast pointing out i was subjected to. no thanks to stephen stupid ambrose and his sidekick ken. my good friend little steve was mocked and called "prince", after that great purple genius. but nothing compares to what this girl who took my school bus was subjected to. her name was kimberly meek, and EVERY SINGLE MORNING, the cool kids in the back of the bus (one of whom i know for a fact only recently moved out of her parent's house) called out, "kim REEEEEEK". this amazing girl simply took her seat, every single day, and tolerated this. the only thing that really stuck out about kim was that she had this great hair that kinda flew around in every which way. but she was gorgeous. she certainly didn’t reek.

i've been thinking about her - i even googled her. even though i had NOTHING to do with the name calling (i was no where near welcome in the back of the bus), i want to apologize on behalf of those evildoers, for calling her "kim reek" every single school day of her life.

clay aiken says that we're even guilty of bullying if we don't stop it. and i didn't try to stop it.

let's look in awe at people's frizzy awesome hair!

2 Comments:

At April 19, 2005, Blogger sass said...

talk to clay, man.

 
At April 22, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said...

yeah...i was once that kid at the front of the bus. grade 7. i was the new kid in town with thick glasses and a wardrobe that did not reference 'guns' or 'roses'. i was napolean dynamite. six months of hell on a school bus. many years later i was shopping at the local mall and i recognized the saleswoman trying to assist me. one of said bullies. she had no clue who i was. i made her run around the store getting different items for me only to let her know afterward that i had no intention of buying a single item. she then remembered who i was. spiteful? perhaps. but sometimes too tempting to resist.

 

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